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Ulysses

fratricide case. We medical men. By striking him dead
with a hatchet. I am wrongfully accused. Better one guilty
escape than ninetynine wrongfully condemned.
MARTHA: (Sobbing behind her veil) Breach of promise.

My real name is Peggy Griffin. He wrote to me that he
was miserable. I’ll tell my brother, the Bective rugger
fullback, on you, heartless flirt.
BLOOM: (Behind his hand) She’s drunk. The woman is
inebriated. (He murmurs vaguely the pass of Ephraim)
Shitbroleeth.
SECOND WATCH: (Tears in his eyes, to Bloom) You
ought to be thoroughly well ashamed of yourself.
BLOOM: Gentlemen of the jury, let me explain. A
pure mare’s nest. I am a man misunderstood. I am being
made a scapegoat of. I am a respectable married man,
without a stain on my character. I live in Eccles street. My
wife, I am the daughter of a most distinguished
commander, a gallant upstanding gentleman, what do you
call him, Majorgeneral Brian Tweedy, one of Britain’s
fighting men who helped to win our battles. Got his
majority for the heroic defence of Rorke’s Drift.
FIRST WATCH: Regiment.
BLOOM: (Turns to the gallery) The royal Dublins, boys,
the salt of the earth, known the world over. I think I see

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